I looked up at Skye to see the skepticism on his face, and that made me feel a little better. Still, Benji pressed on, removing the top and bottom of the mango before pushing out the stone in the mango. It hit the small space between the nest and the wall with a soft, wet thud, and Benji didn’t even glance at it. He was too busy finger fucking the mango tunnel.
His large digits pressed in and out as the juice trailed down his arm in a lazy stream. Eventually he murmured something under his breath and looked at us once more.
“Skye, go on, be a man, fuck Violet. I know you want to.”
Skye’s eyes bounced between me and the mango, he grimaced for a beat and I wondered if the fruit would be some sort of punishment if he didn’t let Benji live out his voyeuristic dream. Skye had to be thinking the same thing, becausehe swallowed hard and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers before slipping them down.
And there it was.
Skye’s cock was thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking with a bead of precum, but what made my thighs clench was thepiercing.
A barbell ran through the excess skin just below the head. The silver glinted in the low light, and I gasped, both because he had a pretty penis and because I knew howgoodthat piercing felt from the inside.
My mouth went dry and my cunt pulsed hard enough to make me squirm.
Benji let out a low, appreciative hum.
“See something you like, Muñequita?” he murmured, still playing with that fucking mango.
I nodded.
Skye caught the look on my face and his lips twitched into a self-satisfied grin.
“Wanna feel it?” he asked, stroking slowly down the length of his cock, thumb brushing the barbell. He shivered. “It’s even better when you clench around it.”
Without hesitation, I parted my thighs and lifted my hips and Skye drove into me.
One thrust was all it took to steal the air from my lungs. Skye’s piercing dragged along my inner walls, and my back arched on instinct, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“F-fuck,”
I frantically nodded as I gnawed on my lower lip. Thinking straight was impossible right now.
My knees shook as my pussy gripped Skye, causing him to groan. It looked like it took everything to prevent him from coming right there, and then Benji moved, gripping Skye's jaw with his free hand.
“Open up, omega,” Benji purred.
Skye obeyed, his mouth opening in a stuttered breath.
Benji leaned in, his thumb brushing Skye’s lower lip. “Good boy.”
That praise hit both of us. I felt it low in my stomach, a pulse of want so sharp it made me gasp. Skye’s hips rocked, and the angle made my vision blur.
Benji watched for a moment longer before guiding the head of his cock to Skye’s lips. Slowly, he thrusted in, one hand on the back of Skye's head, the other still stroking himself with the fruit.
I couldn’t look away.
My body was a livewire, every nerve tuned to them. To the way Skye’s jaw flexed as he obeyed. To the low, hungry sound Benji made when he slid his hand into Skye’s curls.
My pulse spiked as Skye regained his senses and pistoned into me while his mouth worked Benji's cock.
Benji’s eyes cut to me .
“You look like you’re starving, omega,” he mused. “Do you like watching me fuck Skye’s pretty mouth?”
I bit my lip and nodded once.
Benji’s smile turned wicked. “Then keep watching, when I finish I have a treat for you.”
